GRANDFATHER NEVER THREW ANYTHING AWAY
~from a prompt by Christopher Ross
(and featuring some things that my grandfather saved)
Her face long, her hair long and black,
long legs shaping her long gray skirt–
the woman was not my grandmother.
In the cigar box with the photo,
watch springs and cogs, a broken loupe,
a Barlow knife,
ghosts of petal and leaf,
a tangled tarnished chain,
the stem of what might once have been a rose.